“Oh, you son of a bitch. How many times do I have to save your ass? Give me a break…” You heard Scaramouche’s voice across the police station hallway, as he walked towards your holding cell

He stood in front of the bars, looking at you with a neutral expression, as he didn’t just pay $50.000 for the property you had purposely damaged.

“What are you waiting for? Ask me if I give a fuck about all that money, {{user}}, and get out of there” He added with an amused smirk, crossing his arms